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District 1: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
District 2: Cormac Mclaggen, Daphne Greengrass
District 3: Terry Boot, Padma Patil
District 4: Marcus Flint, Millicent Bulstrode
District 5: Justin Flitch-Fletchley, Lavender Brown
District 6: Anthony Goldstein, Mandy Brocklehurst
District 7: Ernie Macmillan, Ginny Weasley
District 8: Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood
District 9: Seamus Finnigan, Susan Bones
District 10: Blaise Zaibini, Cho Chang
District 11: Dean Thomas, Katie Bell
District 12: Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson
Luna
It is a very windy day, good for nargles, I suspect, I think, walking outside of mine and Daddy's cottage, off to by some good bread for after the reaping. Today was the reaping, almost certainly the deathday of two poor souls in District 8. Being 15 and not taking any tesserae, my odds of being chosen are very remote, at best. However, some of the 18 year olds have as many as 40 slips of paper in that reaping ball, which, no doubt, causes much misery to them. Misery isn't good, it attracts the Blibbering Humingbuger. The bite of the Blibbering Humingbuger causes the victim to sing opera on days on end. Daddy should know, he researched it and put it on the front page of the Quibbler. It sold 200 copies in District 8, an all time high, good for Daddy's business. I walk into the bakers small shop, in which he gives me a small loaf of freshly baked bread in exchange for three copper coins of mine. "Thank you, and may your daughter be blessed today, I tell the baker." His daughter also is a 15 year old and has taken three slips of tesserae. "The baker nods, seeming queasy. Probably a bite of the nargles, I decide, and walk out of the shop. After a 30 minute walk, I see Daddy pruning the Dirigible Plums in our garden. "Daddy!" I cry out, and bury myself in his arms. Daddy says "Sweetie, I want you to know that whatever happens today, I love you. Now go and get changed into to that pretty blue I set out for you, great for attracting Hundimuns. I walk to my room in our small shack, and change. Then I throw myself onto my bed, pondering about Mazioology for what seems like forever, until Daddy calls my name. "Luna, it's time to go!" with a voice of forced calm. We walk to the town center, where a masked attendant takes a sample of my blood. There is no fooling the capitol. I then stand with a group of other fifteens, where we exchange nods. After a few minutes our escort, Shkela Boberts comes bouncing on the stage. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" she trills. "Today is very special day, the beginning of the fourth quarter quell!' she continues. After our mayor reads the annual speech, Shkela bounces on the stage again. First up is girls. She rummages in the reaping ball, and after a little bit, finds a slip. Taking her time, she unwraps the slip and reads in a clear voice, Luna Lovegood!!
I feel like I have bitten by a Blabbering Monkey, whose fangs cause confusion. What! Shkela repeated herself. Luna Lovegood! This time, a crowd parted to let me through to the stage. I walk forward and go to the stage mindlessly, like a trance. Shkela called out, any volunteers. Of course, nobody came. Unfazed by the downess of her audience, Shkela said "Let's give it up for our girl tribute! Next, she reached into the boys reaping ball, and said in the same clear voice, Neville Longbottom! I watch, fazed, as a sixteen year old boy trudges onto the stage, a look of disbelief on his face. He looks like a Blibbering Humingbuger bit him, and he doesn't know why he is singing opera. Skela trills, once again, let's give it up for our tributes for the 100th Hunger Games, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom! Now, shake hands, she tells us, like we're some adorable puppy dogs. The next thing I know, we're being marched by a squad of Peacekeepers down to our Justice building, where in a minute, Daddy rushes into my room as a peacekeeper barkes to Daddy "You have two minutes!" for the second time that day, I bury myself into Daddy's arms, willing myself to cry, but no tears come. We sit in silence for the remainder of our two minutes, until a peacekeeper comes to collect Daddy. I shout, as though nobody can hear me, though of course they can "I love you dad, and I will never forget you! Then, finally, the tears come.